Ice and Beast : Journey to the West

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31000WC

15, 500WC each

Soft giggles were the only sound that could be heard as Fushon made her way out of her house. She had left a pencil attached to a piece of paper that the wind would blow back and forth softly, imitating the sound of her writing her homework. The sun was high, and the village was alive around her. She shifted from one step to the next, making a slowly spinning dance down the street and into her freedom. I wonder what the day will hold she thought to herself. A steady spin and a jump brought her in reach of an apple she snapped from a low tree limb. She nibbled on the fruit and watched as people wandered up and down the street. 

She felt light on her feet as she tossed the finished apple back at the foot of the tree. Food for me, food for you she thought to the tree as she flowed down towards the village gates. She noticed groups of well-armed ninjas heading down towards the gates and she decided to listen in on some of their conversations. Most seemed to be talking about a beach and some strange equipment people were winning. It sounded tedious to her until someone mentioned some strange thing called surfing. She listened in part way through the conversation. "...they were floating over the water like they were dancing on the waves! I can't imagine trying..." Her mind was filled with the thoughts of dancing on the water and using those waves to reach even higher heights. Her giddiness only grew as she heard all about the different foods and drinks they could enjoy and the minimalist outfits the dancers wore there.

The plan for the day was set. Not wanting to be seen by too many people, Fushon quietly slipped amongst one of the groups of strangers, telling them about how much fun the beach was going to be. They seemed confused at her sudden presence, and a few looked to one another questioningly. She simply waved a hand at them and asked to tag along until they reached the beach. The group shrugged and she softly hummed to herself as the group picked up their earlier conversation. The path they followed eventually led to a portal which slowly reformed the world around them. Fuse spun in place; her eyes wide as she tried to take it all in. The others took a step away from her, giving the dancing girl space to avoid her spinning limbs. 

As the world settled around her, she caught herself with a heel and stepped out onto the beach, shading her eyes with one hand. The water shimmered off in the distance. The air was filled with the smell of the ocean. The seagulls above cried loudly as the sound of children came clear from the waves. Fuse felt like she was in another world. The sand could only slow her skipping so much as she sped down towards the water. Palm trees, visitors, buildings, all passed by on either side as she flowed over the sand itself to stand at the edge of the waters and stare at the great waves the crashed before her. She felt like she was home, and overdressed. A few minutes later, she was in the same spot again having changed into a bikini that had been conveniently left near a clean hamper of clothing. 

With the sun shining down from above, the beach called for adventuring.

{WC = 581}

The day was radiating with energy, energy from people going about their daily businesses ferociously. The Silvery haired would spring up from his bed as his alarm clock rang out loud. The young lad who spent the night studying, was able to get only a few hours of sleep. It was Sakuragi’s constant practice to study about his clan’s abilities every night. He usually spent just a few minutes or hours, but this time, he took it too far.
The silvery-haired yuki would pick himself up from his bed, to begin his day. He would bath himself, brush his teeth, apply the necessary lotions and creams and would get dressed. The yuki boy would be dressed in his usual attire; a black clock, underneath which are worn a black meshed net shirt, a black pant and black shinobi sandals. No fancy attire. The yuki dressing was rather austere unlike the emblematic dressing style of the other villagers. Well, as a missing ninja who struggles to feed himself, the yuki would choose to be smart with his money and not spend lavishly. He would rather be dressed gaudy and invest his money on important things.

Ready to face the day, sakuragi would head out of the house. The street was crowded and noisy. The yuki’s feet beating the dust with every step he makes. Thankfully, the weatherr was friendly today. No rain or extreme sun or , just a normal warm weather.
A lot of people seems to be talking about some mysterious beach. It was one that Sakuragi is ignorant of. The yuki boy did not know that such beach exist is this village. His curiosity was confirmed when he walked past a set of people and they were talking about the beach.
At distant was gathered a group of people, the yuki could see a man addressing the group of people . His curiosity would make him move closer to the gathered people to get a glimpse of what was being said. It would seem that the man was addressing them about the beach. The man would escort those interested in going to beach to ensure that they don’t get lost along the way. The yuki actually seem interested in this. He did not really have any plans today and would like to take this opportunity, not knowing when he would get to do this again. As the popular saying goes, opportunity comes but once.
Based the info he got from the man addressing the crowd, the yuki did not need to go back home to pack some of my clothes for the beach. He overheard the man telling the crowd that there were foods and drinks and that every other thing would be provided to them at the beach.
The ocean blue eyed would join the group as they journey to the beach. Though the journey was a long walk of about twenty minutes, it was made fun because they moved in group.
Sakuragi would finally arrive at the beach. A place of beautiful scenery. On one side was the ocean and on the other side was the fine sand. There were already many people on beach having their best moment, and with Sakuragi’s crew arriving at the beach, the more the merrier.

After 'borrowing' a sunhat and some sunglasses, Fushon strode along the beach in search of activity. With all the ninjas who had shown up, she figured she would examine their attire and determine possible alternatives for her own dress in the future. Some had strange seals around their wrists which let them pull tools out and other items. Maybe she could get something that lets her appear and disappear whenever she wanted? Others had skintight outfits that let them move more freely with weapons pinned to their back. That might be good for her to use, but she would want it to look a bit cuter. Maybe a skin-tight dress with those seal things down her back? Her parents might just lock her up if they saw her in it. She would need to get a storage locker then before she went out on missions.

Even with all the different outfits and weapons floating around, no one really seemed to be challenging one another. Fuse wanted to see a beach brawl go down, like they did in the sands of the arena all the time. When she found out that fighting other ninjas on the beach was against the rules, she kicked down the sign she was pointed to and strode off with her fists clenched. The beach meant freedom. Why did it mean she could not spar with a couple of strangers? She sighed out her frustration and stomped down the beach. The heat only made her irritation rise as she had to dash her hopes of dancing circles around people and showing them her footwork. 

She tried to imagine what else she might do while there and suddenly felt a cold breeze run over her. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the feeling before opening them to see an odd man looking around the beach at all the people there. He was dressed in all black, very strange for beach wear. Maybe he came here after a funeral? That's no way to enjoy a beach. She noticed that the cold breeze seemed to be coming off the man and, as she came closer, he seemed to have an odd look of cold to his skin. "Anything good to see?" she asked as she leaned in front of his vision. The man was good looking but seemed a bit too serious. He matched his outfit in that regard. "I wanted to see what was going on at the beach people were talking about, but it looks like it's just a bunch of tourists and visitors. No fighting, no roughhousing, but at least we can go for a swim." 

She placed her hands behind her back, one wrist in the palm of the other, and softly leaned forward and back as she stood beside him. He seemed rather nice, though distant as they talked. "Which village are you from?" she would ask. At the mention of being a bit of a traveler, she gave a soft smile and said, "I admire that. I wish I had a bit more freedom to go from place to place." She had spent much of her time growing up under her family's thumb. Most of the animals that they had introduced to her could not really keep up with her. Dogs and cats were useful and all, but few really seemed to dance along their steps like she did. Or the rooftop and village walls. The latter of which most guards scolded her over.

She zoned back in on her talk with the man who introduced himself as Sakuragi and Fushon smiled. "You can call me Fushon. Some call me Fuse for short. Sometimes for how I dance. Sometimes for how I fight." She chuckled softly and said to him, "I think a good nickname for you would be Saku, or Sakura. Hmm-" She looked over his outfit again, "definitely Saku." Before he could respond, a child tugged at Fushon's skirt. She glanced back and looked down at the child before immediately looking for the parent of said child. With no other adult in range, she decided the child was not going to go quietly. With a quick smile, she looked back to the child and asked.

"How can I help little one?" The girl stared up into her eyes and began to rapidly move her hands and fingers. Fuse stepped back and almost went into a fighting stance, when she realized that the child was not making handseals. The child was trying to speak through handsigns. "I am sorry, I don't know how to speak with my hands," she tried to explain to the girl. The girl seemed to be getting frustrated when a boy ran up to the trio. "Sorry! My sister here cannot speak normally. She's mute. She just wanted help with building a sandcastle and has been asking people all over the beach." The boy started to pull the little girl who hung her head sadly as they walked away. Fushon watched them begin to leave and then gritted her teeth. "Hold it!" she said, throwing a hand up as she wriggled inside with the feelings. "I guess... I am not doing anything else important. I could help you, sorta build a sandcastle," She slowly worked out.

The little girl silently jumped up and down while the boy smiled and gestured towards the water for her to follow. Fushon just threw up her hands in a shrug and looked back at Sakuragi. "If you have some time, want to build a sandcastle? Might as well do something while you look at all the people," she said with a smirk. She jogged after the children, figuring Saku would follow her if he wanted to. The kids had set up a small area by the water that they had drawn a circle around to indicate where the sandcastle would go. Fushon grinned and said, "let's make the circle into a moat!" as she threw down her heel, digging it into the sand and dragging it along the line, spreading the sand out in both directions. Once she made a full circle, she pulled up the loose sand and began to pile it. She noticed a deep spot in the moat had a wet spot and figured tossing some wet sand on top would make a contrast of the color of the sand.

The wet sand seemed to stick together better than the dry, so she dug down deep and pulled wet sand up to start shaping it. The kids noticed what she was doing and started to copy her, getting clumps of wet stand all over their hair and clothing. She chuckled and brushed the wet sand off of them as they went. The group was having a great time as they formed their castle of tiny specks. With her nimble hands, Fuse was able to form the towers at each corner in under a minute. She timed herself to make sure of that. The minutes passed quickly and before she knew it, the castle was formed. The kids stared at it excitedly. Fuse had gone a bit overboard, as the castle was larger than either child, and it even had a tiny stick with a piece of cloth at the top like a flag. The kids enjoyed poking at it and looking all around it before they said their thanks and ran back off to their family. 

Fuse stretched in the sun, feeling great with a job well done. She looked back at Saku and gave him a big grin as she heard a gasp and a loud crunching noise. Slowing turning back, she saw that a woman had fallen into their sandcastle. A man was standing nearby, his arms out as if reaching towards her. Fuse's smile vanished. She trained her eyes on the man who saw her staring at him. He looked rather irritated himself and threw his hands up in the air saying, "Fine! Do what you want! I don't care!" before stomping off away from them. Fuse's fists slowly balled as she saw Saku getting a hold on the situation. Fuse just said to him, "He. Ruined. My. Sandcastle." She turned to Saku and said without thinking, "you handle her. I get in less trouble dealing with guys." before sprinting off after the man. 

It only took her a minute to catch up with him. He heard her growling behind him and turned to face her. "Look, I do not want to talk-" was all he got out before she threw herself at him and tackled him to the ground. She carried her weight over him and did a somersault back to her feet. A quick turn and a few swift steps and she was standing over the stunned man with her hands on her hips. "You do not push people! Especially into amazing sandcastles!" she declared over him. He stuttered his words, still recovering from the tackle, "b-but you j-just-" Fuse cut him off and threw up a hand. "Why do you think it is ok to do that? Huh?!" The man gulped and recovered enough to say, "I did not push her! She was running off from me and looked away right before she tripped into your hole!"

Fuse stopped for a moment and thought back to the sandcastle. Which side was it that they had used the wet sand again? Slowly, she realized that the woman had come straight over the deepest part of the moat they had dug. If someone wasn't looking, they could easily have barreled over it and lost their footing. "Well...well that doesn't mean you can yell at a random stranger on the beach!" The man was sitting up at this point and shaking his head, "that woman is my wife. We just got married recently. We were having a fight over the fact that she just can't put her work down while she is out here. She spends more time looking over documents than even talking with me!" Fushon felt the last of her frustration fizzle out and started to shift her feet back and forth. She did not really know what it was like to be married, other than her parents and a couple of family friend-couples. She thought back to what her mother had taught her about getting along with others.

"Well, have you told her how you feel?" she asked, hoping it sounded good. "I have. All she says is that she can't put her work down because it is important to get done as soon as possible," he replied. Glancing away, she took a moment to think about his words before asking, "have you tried to make a compromise? Like working at specific times or amounts each day in return for doing couply things?" The man shrugged and said, "I guess. I mean I have asked her to go out with me and take breaks from her paperwork, but she just tells me that it needs to get done right away." Fushon nodded, pretending to do so in a sagely manner. "Well then. So, this trip is important to you, just like the work is important to her. Both have a time limit it seems." The man nodded along with her words.

"Why not start by asking her when the paperwork is due and trying to give her some space to explain why it's so important?" Fushon asked. The man tilted his head from side to side with a frown, seeming to think as he said, "I guess I could, but what would that achieve?" Fushon crouched down so she was roughly at an even level with him. "Well, if something was important to me and someone who did not know why told me not to do it, it would mean far less than someone who know why it was important to me. Like, if I want to go for a walk and someone who knows it is because I love freedom told me not to, I would probably be more open to it than if they just thought I wanted to escape." The man raised an eyebrow at the mention of freedom and escaping and slowly nodded. "I guess that makes sense. What do I do from there?" 

Fushon tapped her chin and looked up at the sky as she tried to remember other times which she had trouble communicating. "Well... you could then ask if she would be comfortable setting boundaries on how long she can work. It could be amounts of time or just until she finishes some part of her work. From there, looking realistically at when she can take a break. I have only had one job before, so I know that there are some things which can wait and others which cannot. Talk with her about if she feels like any of her work can wait and even offer to help her make space for the things which can't wait and show your support. I know that would make me a lot more comfortable with listening to them." She gave a smile to him, and the man seemed to chuckle at how ridiculous this all seemed. "Maybe you are right. We got so worked up about what we each wanted that maybe neither of us were listening to the other. I could give that a try," He said as he got up and brushed himself off.

The man thanked her and jogged back down the beach towards where the remains of their sandcastle rested. She gave a soft mental goodbye to the beauty of the sandcastle that was lost that day before noticing Saku coming back up the beach. She waved to him with a renewed grin and said, "mission accomplished! They did not seem so bad after all!"

{WC = 2300, TWC = 2881}

Jigaku thought this would be a regular day in Konohagakure, he hadn’t been home for more than a few days before being accepted into the academy on the behest of his father. Being a Hyuuga he was expected to become a Shinobi, it was his duty to his family and his village. It was odd to him that he’d be sent to a beach before he was expected to spend a day in the academy, but who was he to judge. He would do everything that was expected of him, he was dutybound to do so.  It didn’t mean he couldn’t have fun while he was at it. He had been gone from the village for eight years now and was brought back because it was his time to become a shinobi. His grandmother’s health hadn’t really changed, and his father was growing impatient with every passing day. Jigaku was excited to come home to his childhood home and become a shinobi like he had planned to do before he was sent away.
 
As he got ready for the day, he looked around his childhood room, it seemed his father was keeping up with his son’s growth even though they only saw each other once a year. There was a new bed that could rest his body on top of it. Jigaku was grateful. As he got ready for his day, he knew he’d be going to the beach, but he didn’t know if he’d be there for pleasure or business. He was in servitude to the family for the last eight years, so maybe this was a vacation so he could go to the academy sharp and ready. He would ponder this as he took his morning shower, and threw on his robes, maybe there was a better attire for such occasion, he would think to himself. He would take the robes that he would rather be wearing and return them to their storage place. He would replace the robes with swimwear such as shorts and a sleeveless tee-shirt. He would have to wait until he left his house to grab his sandals. On his way to the front door, he was stopped by his father. “I’m glad you’re home and in the Academy, I hope you have a relaxing time at the beach. Your mother and I will be there as well. We’ll be headed down in a few hours. Go have some you time.” He would say as Jigaku would race out the front door. “And don’t forget to relax!” He would call behind his son as the door shut.
 
There was a cool breeze that washed over Jigaku as he entered the main part of the village from the Hyuuga clan district. He wasn’t aware of where to go to get to the beach, he should have thought about this before he left his house. It was fine though; he turned a corner and there were droves of people leaving their houses or businesses with the same attire he was wearing. Well, not exactly the same, but the point of the matter was, that he knew where to go. He just had to follow the rest of the people dressed like they were ready to relax in the sun. Jigaku was a little anxious at first, he had never been to a beach, much less even considered going to one, and during his first week back in Konoha he was to go relax? What was the world coming to? He heard a few people in front of him talking about sitting under an umbrella and falling asleep to the waves crashing. There were some ladies also talking about getting a tan. Jigaku was confused, why did it matter what their skin looked like? Ninety percent of their day they’d be covered in shinobi garb if they were kunoichi. Having tan skin was a weird concept, sure Jigaku tanned a little bit in the summer at his grandma’s estate, but his desire to wear tan skin was nonexistent. He would follow the group until he reached the nexus that connected Konohagakure to Mikadzuki Beach. He would approach with caution, how did this thing work, he didn’t have a good concept of how space-time jutsu worked, this would be something he would want to investigate further when he returned home.
 
The world around Jigaku started to move weirdly is the only way Jigaku could describe it, one moment he was in Konoha the next he felt the cool breeze that bounced off the ocean. The feeling was that of being in the same place at the same time or being ripped cell by cell and restitched while being torn apart. Jigaku found this feeling fascinating and wanted to go back and forth through the portal, but realized he would look strange entering the portal from either side multiple times. He would digress and look around the beach there was so much going on. He would see a bunch of people building stuff with sand, and he found it riveting and thought he would go join in the fun. When he approached a group of kids building their sand building Jigaku had to ask them, “What are you guys doing? It looks like a lot of fun.” The kids would turn around to him and explain what building a sandcastle was. “So, you add water to the sand and build towers and walls and that’s what building a sand castle is? May I join in?” He would ask a little socially awkward as he just spent eight years watching over an old woman who barely spoke to him and the nurses who were too busy to have small talk with him. The kids would agree to help Jigaku learn how to build a splendid sand castle. They would explain to him to fill a bucket up with water and then add sand to the water and then tip the bucket upside down to build the tower, and then he could add water to the sand around the towers to build the walls. Jigaku was enjoying the activity so much that he almost forgot he had never made a sandcastle before. When it was completed, it was a mighty sandcastle. Jigaku gave the children high fives and congratulated them on building such a monstrosity. He would take a few steps away when his attention was stolen by a little boy crying with a bucket and a little shovel next to him, he was pouring dry sand trying to build a sand castle. Jigaku thought he’d go and help, but he didn’t want to embarrass the kid, so the plan would be for him to walk past the kid and hope he would initiate contact so Jigaku could build a second sand castle, was he too old to be enjoying this? He didn’t care, he could stay on this beach building new and improved sand castles all day every day. Forget becoming a shinobi, he wanted to be a sand castle builder, but then it dawned on him, that he could only be here for a short time, so he would help this kid build his sand castle, and then he would find some other way to relax.
 
The plan was to walk past the crying kid and hope he would call out for help. Jigaku hated crying kids, not because he didn’t like them, but because he wanted to help them. He remembered when he was a small child when he would cry no one would help him, well, his mother would, she showed kindness to her son and was upset when he had to leave Konoha to go stay with his grandmother. Jigaku’s mother was the sweetest mother, it’s probably why he’s so gentle. That was an argument he remembered vividly, his dad getting upset with his mother, if Jigaku were to become too soft would he make the village and the clan proud, or would he be too soft and let someone walk all over him. The truth of the matter was, that he was soft to children and women, but he would fight any ninja that needed to be fought. Jigaku also had a view on how men should act either as nin or not. He judged all shinobi and kunoichi on how they carried themselves and how they conducted business. He also judged them on how they treated women and children. As he walked past the small crying child, the child quickly looked up and requested aid from the shinobi. “Excuse me, sir, I can’t seem to get my sand castle to stay a castle.” The kid would say between labored breaths from his sobbing so hard. “Do you think you can help me out?” He would finish the question by sniffling.  “I would be glad to help you, let’s see what kind of operation you got going on here. Ah, yes, you have the sand, but where is your water?” He would ask the young boy, “If you just pour sand into a bucket and then dump it out, it’ll lose its form, but if you add water it’ll bond to itself and we can create an awesome castle.” Jigaku would explain to the boy. “Let’s fill up this pail with water and then add sand to it. He would say running the pail to the water’s edge and filling it up. He would bring it back and the boy and he would fill it up with sand. They would do this several more times until there was the beginning of a sand castle in front of them. They would then add water to the sand around the towers and start to build the walls of the castle. Jigaku was running the pail to the water and back to the boy as quickly as he could as the boy was pretty good at the detail work on the castle. He was adding finer detail such as flags and other cool small detail work to the castle. He even had a small group of people in the castle. Jigaku was proud of the castle he and the kid built. It was almost time for them to part ways. “Are you satisfied with the results of our hard work?” Jigaku asked the kid as he sat and added more and more fine detail to the sand castle. “I like it a lot, thank you for your help. I hope you have fun at Mikadzuki Beach.” The boy finished not taking his eyes away from his work. Jigaku would take that as a cue to walk away and find another kid to help build a sand castle or someplace to relax while watching the waves.
 
While he was trying to find a nice spot to watch the ocean when he spotted a nice spot to sit and relax. Making sand castles was good fun, but he was here to relax and enjoy the ocean. The crashing waves and the general ambiance were nice, he could overhear people talking, but they sounded like murmurs to the shinobi, and he could hear people shouting at each other at the volleyball court. He didn’t know the rules of volleyball so he invested a few minutes into watching the game. He thought about joining in, but he decided he’d make sure he knew what he was doing before he hopped in. There were people riding on boards on the waves as well, they were calling it “Surfing”, this piqued Jigaku’s interest as he hadn’t even learned how to walk on water yet. He would have to try this out also before the day ended, he would find his inner peace while he was sitting there. Jigaku would do a lot of people-watching while he was in his spot, there were a lot of people at the beach, he didn’t know it would be as popular as it was. He glanced at the water again watching the waves start as mountain-looking things of water and then they would curl up and dissipate on the shore. He could watch this happen for hours. Jigaku got distracted when he heard a couple arguing close to his spot, at first, he tried to not listen, but they got louder and he was getting annoyed.
 
The warm atmosphere and the sun could make anyone upset if they sat in it for too long. The sand was warm to the touch and if you didn’t have shade, it could feel hot enough to leave blisters. “You told me it was all-inclusive, why are there so many people here? I can’t even enjoy the view without someone walking in my way!” The woman shouted at her new husband. “Isashi and her husband went to a privet beach for their honeymoon, I thought that’s what we were doing or I would have never agreed to this trip!” She continued berating her new husband. Jigaku tried to ignore the woman going off, but he couldn’t take it, he walked up to the newlywed couple. “I’m sorry, but I couldn’t help but hear, that it seems like you aren’t as happy as you should be here at Mikadzuki Beach, and that’s okay, but could you keep it down? Some of us are trying to enjoy this beautiful beach.” He would say with a slight bow, that he really wasn’t trying to intrude, but something had to be done about the woman yelling on the beach. “Also, all-inclusive means that everything is paid for, so he’s right.” He would finish. “Who the hell are you to tell us what we can and can’t do on OUR honeymoon?!” The man was starting to get aggressive towards Jigaku. “Woah, let’s all relax, I was only trying to bring peace to the beach. I think I can help you out.” Jigaku would say activating his Byakugan to try to look around the beach for the couple. “Hey, I think I found a spot that is a bit more private, and there’s even a cocktail server that looks like he’s bored. It’s about a sixty-meter walk south on the other side of that little hill. It seems everyone thinks the beach ends at it, but there’s way more beach over there.” He would say deactivating his Byakugan and looking at the couple who were completely flabbergasted. “I have a unique ability to see things others cannot, like that you two love each other very much, I hope you have a wonderful honeymoon.” Jigaku would head back to his spot under his umbrella as the two would pack up their things and get ready to make their way to the empty spot on the beach. “Thank you so much, man, I thought we were having a good time, and then she just started going off. I’m sorry for getting aggressive it’s just my parents told me that she was crass and they didn’t support the marriage, and she usually isn’t like this. I think it was that I hyped up Mikadzuki Beach so much that she thought it was going to be like our friend’s honeymoon. I didn’t mean to ruin your trip I hope you can forgive us.” The man said before he left Jigaku’s vicinity of the beach. “It’s all okay, I’m glad you two will be able to relax without the rest of the beach following you. I hope for you two is a long and healthy marriage, you two deserve the most happiness in the world.” Jigaku would say whatever the eighteen-year-old’s blessing meant; he thought any good vibes would help in whatever way good vibes can help. After his new friends found their way over the hill, Jigaku went back to relaxing. It was only a few moments of rest before he watched a woman run and knock over a man who was yelling about not wanting to be talked to, “More lover’s quarrel, but this one is violent. I’ll have to keep my eyes on this situation.” He would tell himself out loud.
 
It appeared after the initial tackle the woman and the man had a discussion. “Oh, this was brought on because he pushed a woman into a sand castle? I will not stand for that, Jigaku thought to himself as he stood up to walk over to the man and leave a message of his own with him. He would then hear that he didn’t push her she tripped, this would calm Jigaku down and what the woman did next was verify this story. It turned out the man was in a relationship with the woman that fell into the hole and they were upset at each other, hmm this place brings out the worst in people. Well, the woman was able to talk the guy down and give him some pointers on talking to his wife who works too much. He was already on his way to the woman and the man, he thought he would approach her and find out who she is. The man thanked her and ran back to collect his wife, while the woman nodded at a pile of wet sand presumably the sand castle that got ran into. A man would come to meet up with her and she would speak to him with familiarity. She told him the mission was accomplished and would relay that they weren’t that bad. This would be the time Jigaku would use to close the gap between them.
 
“Hey there, I saw you tackle that guy and I wanted to say good form. My name is Jigaku, I mean I could try to keep my lineage a secret, but my eyes betray me, I’m Jigaku Hyuuga, and I hail from the Konoha, I was impressed with that tackle and I was wondering if we could hang out while we’re all here?” Jigaku would say to the strangers. The woman was dressed in a sunhat and sunglasses to keep the sun away from her pale complexion. The man was dressed in all black. “It must be hot in all that black.” Jigaku would say with a smile to the man who had approached. “I hope I’m not intruding, you two just seem like my kind of people.” He would finish with a smile that spread from ear to ear. “If you would humor me, I’ve been watching this sport called volleyball, if we were to figure out the rules, we could probably participate in a game. From what I’ve gathered someone ‘serves’ the ball by hitting it and sending it over the net, then the other payers try to hit it back over. I don’t think we’d be allowed to let the ball fall on the ground.” Jigaku would say pointing over to the volleyball courts.

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